You haven’t met me, and I haven’t met you. Not in the way that matters at least. Not in the ‘I know you and I know your soul, I know you better than you know yourself’ kind of way.
Come to think of it, I haven’t met many people. And the ones that I have met and that met me ran away. Or I didn’t feel comfortable introducing myself and had to find a safe distance. It’s tough to meet people.
I haven’t met you but I really want to. And I feel afraid to meet you or for you to meet me, because if one of us doesn’t actually like what we see in the end, I’m not sure I can handle another one walking out and saying goodbye. I’m tired of goodbyes.
So… for now I haven’t met you. I’ll keep wondering what it’ll be like to meet you, because at this very moment the excitement of what could be sounds warmer than the harsh reality that it could become.
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